A Poor Man Poem by Bill Simmons

Listen to a story
Of a long time ago
A poor man loved a Princess
But the King he said no

Look at me boy
You are quite a sight
Perhaps if you were a Knight
More presentable in my eyes

So he joined the Kings Army
Of forty thousand men
He fought the wars of the King
And won again and again

Then one day he stood
Before the King he kneeled
The King made him a Knight
On his shoulders placed his steel

When he arose
He asked again for her hand
Again No said the King
Only a Lord of the land

So he saved his pennies
He saved up every dime
He bought all the land he could
Became a rich man of his time

In a magnificent carriage
He rode up to the Kings Ball
Again he asked for her hand
The King replied, You're not royal blood at all

He stormed outside the ballroom
And just outside the door
A single rose fell from above
And lay before him on the floor

He picked up the rose
And as his eyes looked up
There upon the balcony
Was the Princess of his love

She said, I know you love me
And I so love you too
I loved you as a poor man
You had nothing to me to prove

Tonight I come to you
And for all that you so gave
All I have and all I am
Tonight I walk away

Upon the midnight hour
She slips out from the castle gates
Dressed in the robes of a peasant girl
Where magnificent carriage awaits

The King he was heartbroken
He never could understand
But upon his door came a messenger
And a gift of all one's land.